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Sara Jones Sep 2017
Dont tell me I'm beautiful.
Because all i can think of
Is that i have such an ugly personality.

How can you fall in love with a monster like me?
Koe Sep 2017
“You are ugly,” an ugly comment posted by an ugly man
I know
“You won’t get married, alas” The ugliness deep in his heart must be greater than mine
I know
I continue to type on my keyboard, not responding to the man at all.
Simply ignoring his presence as a stranger is insignificant to me
“You will be single for your whole life”
I know
I rather people love me for my personality and all of my ***** flaws
The rain continues to platter in the background, cleansing the ugliness
Such as god have once promised to cleanse the earth by drowning us in the great flood
The ***** emotion in my heart lightened
And I resume my day without the stain of ugliness
This is apparently how I cope after getting a comment about my appearance.
anon Sep 2017
non

in french it means "no"

as a prefix
it negates everything after it

i live in a constant state
of feeling
"non"

my life is lead by non-interesting adventures
to non-exciting places
that make me feel more
non

in comparison to everyone
and even only to myself
i am
non-pretty

i smile my
non-white
smile

and nod my
non-even
head

i hang out
alone
with my
non-friends
who pretend
just like me
that we are not just
non

i am the prefix
non

name a nice adjective
and add a non

that is me

non-kind
non-nice
non-happy
non-beautiful
non-social
non-talk­ative
non-humble
non-talented
non-human
non-EVERYTHING

I AM TIRED OF BEING NON

I WANT TO BE SOMETHING

I WANT TO BE
PRETTY
AND NICE
AND KIND
AND TALKATIVE
AND SOCIABLE
AND GRATEFUL
AND HELPFUL
AND HAPPY

BUT ALL I AM

IS

non
Holey Sep 2017
I'm not good enough
I'm not small enough
I'm ugly
I'm untalented
I’m not smart enough
Not happy enough
I’m not enough.
jewel Sep 2017
In first grade you accused me of having a stutter, just because I couldn't speak as fast as the others. So I studied really hard, and now I speak just fine. But in third grade that didn't matter, cause you'd made me a sign. You labeled me something, now it's stuck in my head. Along with all the other names and mean things that you've said. In fifth grade I didn't try out, for the cheer leading team. You said I was too fat and that I couldn't fit my jeans. Seventh grade came around, and I was slim as a stick. I didn't eat much anymore, so you labeled me an anorexic *****. Each day that went by, I got more and more depressed. Until one day I decided to just not get dressed. I slept all morning, and woke up that night. Then for hours with my thoughts I did endlessly fight. Ninth grade crept up, there was a huge school dance. You knew who I liked and said I didn't have a chance. Everything you said, I eventually believed, until that one day senior year, I saw what most didn't see. I saw your father hit you, I found out your mother had died, I watched you run into the bathroom with tears in your eyes. I found out you were failing, and heard your boyfriend had cheated. And it was right then and there that your spell I defeated. It was the end of senior year, and I knew I wasn't the problem. I had been living to please you, and you pinned me at the bottom. You had the issues, you were in pain. But I'm my own person, and that you can't change. You brought people down, because your ship was sinking. But I've abandoned ship, from now on I'll do my own thinking. I'm not stupid, or fat, and I didn't have a stutter. I'm not ugly or worthless, and my crush said we're perfect for each other. I'm following my heart, I'm chasing my dreams, and from this day forward. I'm living for me.
YH Sep 2017
The world is cruel;
ugly, pitiful.
It is turned so by man of nature.

Though, the world is the entire universe,
and the entire universe is so much more than those things.
If you think that way,
there is still much more for us to fathom.

After all,
we have not yet spent our whole life-time
seeing what the cosmos are here to show us.

— Y.H.

Cosmos,
gentle fervor.
Gently placate your enmity,
be patient.
For the storm in your mind
may only fog your vision.

(c) Y. H.
Fucking tired Aug 2017
My friend got to see you
Just not too long ago.
Told me
Your not as handsome
And amazing
As I said.

I stared at her
A million reasons
Why you where all those things
And more
Shot through my brain.
But all I could say is.
"I love him"

How can I tell her
That I see the stars in your eyes
And they keep me in place when I feel as though I may fall?

How can I possibly explain
The feeling of delight I feel hearing your voice
The pull on my heart I feel
Seeing your face.

How can I say
"He's my best friend"
When you're so much more.

If I said
"he's my reason for breathing,
For getting up in the morning
For not giving up.
He's my everything."
It'd be the truth
But very little of it.

There's so much I wanna say.
Many are just fragments I can't fit together just yet.
But I like the feeling of speechlessness
You've given me.

Till then just know.
My friend thinks you're ugly
But to me your everything but.
Kinda like a love letter to my fiance. Only he's not going to see it for a while.
Perri Aug 2017
My red hair so frizzy
My dry skin so fair
I've always wondered
Why people stare

My off-white teeth
protrude from my face
I don't deserve admiration
I'm an utter disgrace

My body so curvy
My cheeks so chubby
I will never understand
How anyone could love me

As I lay in my bed
With tears in my eyes
I pray
One day
My shell
Will match my lovely insides
But you're lovely from within
- Die Antwoord
Brianna Aug 2017
I was once Beautiful and Wise- but I'll settle for being Decent and Senseless.
I once considered you Handsome and Loyal- but I'll settle for you being Ugly and Dishonest since we know that suits you best.

Please remember - I don't need your permission to be lonely and sad sometimes.
And Please remember- I don't need your approval to find myself again.

Your words used to cut through me like knives and I would run to nearest bar and drink my sorrow away while I cried to strangers.
Until I remembered that my worth isn't measured in what you think about me.

So all aboard the Heartbreak Express we are headed straight into traffic as we dissolve all memories of you and your ugly words.
The time has come to leave the past in the past and move on to the future full speed ahead.

I'll drink to the memories we shared- they weren't all full of pain.
I'll drink to myself! You're not all that bad most of the time.
I'll drink to my people- thanks for sticking by me when the times have been rough and the going gets tough!

I used to be Senseless and Decent - but then again that was all in my head and I am better than that babe.
You used to be Ugly and Dishonest... oh wait, you still are.
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